feet afloat and singed
dreaded-daylight-stranded wall-smothered, s u f f o c a t e d confined concrete mouse-discrete — a-coffined before belonged to night released in glass and glass ————– and glass drinking […]
Author Archives: Björn Rudberg (brudberg)
A dandy’s lament
I was proud, I was tall, as I woke up at noon I had conquered and won, on my costume the gold of awards I’ve deserved for just being an […]
Last bus leaving Jefferson
Emma’s bare feet pounded hard asphalt, she was too late. Running she passed deserted houses. The power company had assured that radiation levels were within the approved levels. Still they […]
Wardrobe by Tove Backhammar
Originally posted on Keyholestories:
“The door to the closet stood ajar and she opened it wide to look inside. On the wooden rod suspended between the inner walls, a handful…
At midnight by the cliff
Distinct — his song was laced with soil, a whiff of corpse; a destiny: his magnetism of tapered fingers, priestlike porcelain skin. She left her bed, and by the moonlit […]
